You watered revelation
with liquidized war;
destined flooding
of the future-
(human excrement
adorning beach resorts)
postcard sights were
the only things flushed
down time’s toilet-
priorities got lost
in the wasted options
whilst the fumes
of consequence
kicking buckets
of your porcelain ego;
Flower pedals wilted
from bombs blowing up,
but like surviving roaches
after being exposed
to nuclear radiation,
only malodorous weeds
grow over society’s
septic tank.








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